Poems about sandwich

Now ifyou're a fan of South park you may know where I'm going with this
Because out of over 700 million people in the country we narrowed it down to a Douche and a Turd Sandwich
Now I get that we're all human and as such we can agree and disagree
Or not have an opinion on whatever we please
But I'll be a monkeys uncle, ah heck I'll be a knight before his opponent on bended knee
Before I warm up to either candidate genuinely
I think this is a sign that we should consider erasing the two party divide
Because with our current setup we leave a lot of people discombobulated and disenfranchised

So I guess we're stuck between a Douche and a Turd Sandwich
Now who is who? That I'll let you decide on like being stuck between Harvard and Cambridge

Soft curdled interior now at its eutectic
Holds a bifurcated square of gluten
Equally carbonized together
In an orgy of ill-advised but sensual nutrition

She frequents here most weekend nights, Big tits, long kegs, freaky appetite, Her eyes scan every inch of the club, Wet sex, all hard and dirty, to hell with love. She licks her lips, and warmly, her other lips respond, She sees her prey and grins at knowing this night will be long, They stroll towards her knowingly, they are the lucky ones, She straddles one, while the other mouth makes her come. Moaning dirty words, and writhing, her tits are bouncing freely, Two on one's her favourite, it makes her come so gleely, Her wet tongue finds something hard and veiny, she takes it in her mouth, Her stroking slips and slides make both guys moan and pant out loud. His ball sack dangles over her, she's begging for a suck, The other's fingers enter her, she loves a finger fuck, Her mouth fills up with pleasure juice, she comes onto his fingers, She licks it off, but takes her time, intent to make it linger...

The Owl and the Cheese Sandwich
It rained all night, one sunny morning
The owl stood by my door
He said I gave him a cheese sandwich
And now he's come back for more.

I thought, cheese, I don't buy the stuff
The fridge is packed with it you know,
I tried to fob the owl off with jam
But he just flew away and would not go.

I told him owls don't each cheese
They patrol the night skies
Oh in that case I will cancel cheese
And on the day run I will have some pies.

Funny owl I thought he is up to something
Trying to ram pies down my throat.
It is a good job he is not meeting the pussycat
And going off in a pea green boat!

First, separate the 2 pieces of bread
Second, remove all mayonnaise, turkey and chicken
Third, add mustard
Fourth, put the 2 pieces of bread back together
Fifth, put the sandwich in your mouth
Sixth, take a huge bite and before you can say seventh, chew and swallow it
Eighth, repeat steps 5 and 6 until the sandwich magically disappears

The curtains in a hospice room
Are nicely pressed and clean,
There's not a hint or trace of doom,
Nor speck of hope to gleam.

A wedding dress, she will not wear,
Instead, a patient gown,
While waiting in intensive care
For her doctor's next round.

You will not find her sitting there,
At least not as of late,
She must have left to go somewhere;
Forever thirty-eight.

Aged loneliness
Between two slices
Of cold reality.

Cheese toastie sandwich
Filled up with sliced tomotoes
Melts like evening sun